RetrogradeA Poem by Lydia
Some days I lay on the old bed
Dreaming that drowning Is just floating in reverse But maybe it just looks that way The stars do not define me Not even the one that lights up His face in my hands I could never lose this It would not slip like sand Through my fingers Like so many memories Of long before © 2019 LydiaReviews
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1 Review Added on July 15, 2019 Last Updated on July 15, 2019 AuthorLydiaSeattle, WAAboutI'm Lydia. I write free verse. Nature is freedom. My Bird, I am forever changed. Rest in Peace, my beautiful friend. Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginativ.. more..Writing
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